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Joan Of Arc
Standing upon the hill I felt a cool breeze
A power so Great I fell to my Knees
From the skies came a great light
A life of service twas the call for me
Three years of service was all He needed
Nineteen years old how could it be
That a life once lived so simply
Could be complexly taken from me
Traveling the land I saw those in need
Never realizing one day it would be me
Trapped in a chamber calling to Thee
If it is your will then let it be done
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